As It Was (Hela x Fem!reader)

Chapter 9: The Past

"I wonder if we should go help them," Keys pondered sitting at the table as Stephen cooked breakfast, eggs sizzling in the pan as he seasoned them.

"What's going on?" Stephen asked wrapped in his pink "kiss the cook" apron as he noticed his partner's conflicted state, mildly concerned about it.

"Odinson, Laufeyson, and Y/N are in trouble," Keys told him, Stephen already knowing about their omnipotence.

Stephen shrugged, going back to cooking the eggs on the stove, "I mean that's their problem, we shouldn't intervene unless it's a dire threat, we have much better things to do."

"You're right," Keys sighed, "Nothing like reunited lovers that have some shit to figure out."

Stephen chuckled as he placed a plate in front of them, kissing their head as he sat across from them. "Sometimes I wonder how we got together."

"I know," Keys laughed as they chewed their eggs, winking at the readers, "Especially when Matt Murdock exists."

"I'm not gonna ask," Stephen smiled as he shook his head, silently noting down the name to do a tiny checkup on the man, even if he was harmless it still couldn't hurt to just see how he was and who he was.

Keys rolled their eyes as they stared at Stephen with a disappointed look, mumbling with their mouth full of eggs, "You do realize I can read your thoughts?"

Stephen blushed stuttering as Keys turned to the readers, rolling their eyes, "Unbelievable, right? After a year of writing about him, he still thinks he can fool me."

"Speaking of which," Keys glared at Stephen as he ate, not caring about their fourth wall break, normal in the household of magic users, "If you kill Matt Manwhore, I will murder you, I don't care if we're married. Even if I am a little angry about the She-Hulk thing."

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"Grandmaster? You're the run that runs this place?" You eyed the man up and down, he didn't seem like a typical ruler.

"Alive and breathing!" He cheered enthusiastically, taking another sip of his mead before passing it to a woman on his arm, who cringed at the sip she took. "At least I hope I'm alive."

"I don't think ghosts exist so I'm willing to bet that you are," you joked with the older man, finding a strange sort of comfort in him even if he was rather odd himself.

"That would be freaky deaky if they were real," you both broke out into laughter, you at his strange words and him well because he was simply a weirdo who did that.

"So what's the deal with this place?" You asked, hoping to find out more than the little information you had already been given.

"Party, drink, don't sleep," the Grandmaster smiled widely before waving his hands, "Sakaar is a safe haven for all weird and wonderful."

Nodding you sipped at your mead, taking in the rest of the party, knowing never to trust anything as it seems. "It sounds truly wonderful, by any chance have you seen a large man, whose name is Thor? Kinda loud and stupid and aggressive?"

You could hear Loki choking on his drink over at the bar before laughing.

"I don't think so, I remember the himbos," Grandmaster told you before wiggling his eyebrows, as you tried to hide your disgust as best as you could. "So what are you the goddess of?"

"I'm Y/N Friggadottir," you introduced yourself, Goddess of Mistrust and Darkness."

"Frigga," the Grandmaster trailed off, "Why does that ring a bell?"

"Odin was our father, adoptive one," Loki told him as he walked up beside you, pulling you into a protective hug as he could see men looking at you from the bar that you were not aware of.

Grandmaster clicked his fingers, "That explains it. I met him once, kind of an asshole if you ask me. No offense or anything."

"None taken," Loki told him smirking at you, "We both wholeheartedly agree."

"Now if you don't mind, I need to steal my sister," Loki sent a dazzling smile to the Grandmaster as you rolled your eyes, waving at the ruler as Loki whisked you away.

-

Loki pulled you into a room, decorated in black, gold, and dark green.

"Your quarters?" You asked him, picking up a dagger and flicking it around your hands.

"Yes," he answered before frowning, "Now explain."

"Odin and Frigga never told you why they adopted me, right?"

Loki shook his head, his eyes full of confusion.

"It was out of pity," you spat, after all of these years you were still angry at Odin, even if he had just passed. "Hela, his firstborn, contrary to what he tells everyone about Thor, she was powerful, more powerful than Odin."

"We had been together for centuries, met when we were young children, not even two centuries old. Odin and Frigga never had any problem with us being together, in fact, they endorsed it, they were proud, Hela marrying someone of royalty much less a goddess was expected, and they were glad I made her happy."

"Then my biological mother, Adela, found out," your eyes grew dark as the memory came to you. "She was angry, her perfect princess falling for another woman. So she left me, disowned me from Vanaheim."

Smiling weakly, Loki hugged you, setting you down on his bed, "Frigga took me in, Odin didn't mind, he was always neutral on me."

"Then Hela, she grew too powerful, Odin's desires of conquering the realms overtook her, but he stopped, pushing for peace," you winced. "Hela didn't want to stop, so he banished her, no matter how much I pleaded that I could change her."

"I'm sorry," Loki told you softly.

You laughed bitterly, "I'm over it, that was so a thousand years ago."

"That's when they decided to officially take me in, Asgard needed a heir for the time being, until Odin and Frigga could have another child."

"Thor," Loki murmured as you nodded.

"I'm not bitter about the throne going to him, it was never supposed to be mine, but seeing her, having her back, I need to change her, the anger has gotten the best of her."

AN: anyways rawr xd bitches there's a reason why my account is named after Doctor Strange